Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.

A man over ninety is a great comfort to all his elderly neighbors: he is a picket-guard at the extreme outpost; and the young folks of sixty and seventy feel that the enemy must get by him before he can come near their camp.

It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

Simple people ... are very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them.

There are a good many real miseries in life that we cannot help smiling at, but they are the smiles that make wrinkles and not dimples.